Min

• Emma Sherwood, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2006

Nin

Along the footpath she stumbles
Under her breath she mumbles
The lovely dark face now wrinkly
Her blue eyes beady and twinkly
She talks of old times
The voice soft, yet it chimes
She may have lost her mind
Yet her personality still shines
Like fire still strong
We will help her live long
She lives alone in her small house
Still there, quiet like a mouse



By Emma Sherwood